When I was a kid, my sister and I would spend part of the summer with my grandparents, who spoiled us rotten. (I’m not exaggerating: we were the first grandbabies and could do NO WRONG.) One of the mysteries and treasures of the summer was Mommom’s junk drawer. You could find amazing, magical, useful things in the drawer; whenever you needed something, it could be found there. Spare keys, a screwdriver, twist-ties, lids for canning, a ruler, etc. The drawer collected the flotsam of the household, the bits and bobs that wound up in the kitchen for some reason, and held it all securely until we needed it. Because sooner or later someone would need that key chain or a green ink pen or whatever other oddity might’ve gotten added to the jumble.
As an adult, I recognize the pack-rat tendencies and Depression-era mentality of my grandmother that led to the junk drawer — don’t get rid of anything still usable because it might be useful at some point. I’ve managed to avoid having my own junk drawer in the kitchen, but I still manage to have a sort of book related equivalent: not just this blog, but a collection of notebooks, some expensive and some not, that reside in my shoulder bag, being filled with notes about books to buy, reviews to write, links to share, and things to look up.
- The Economist on the success of Nordic crime fiction
- An interview with Gore Vidal that was banned. I have thoughts about Vidal’s play, The Best Man, and how it reflects on the current election season, but haven’t managed to string them together coherently other than to think that John Stamos’s character seems like a frighteningly accurate portrayal of the GOP veep nominee and also any tea party candidate.
- Matt Taibbi on Romney the archipelago man.
- This article on David Ferrer made me ::head desk:: when I read it. Really? Has that journalist (assuming he is a legitimate sports journalist) paid more than cursory attention to professional tennis?
On the reading front, I’ve finished Aaronovitch’s first and third Peter Grant urban fantasy novels. As I mentioned earlier, I found them at the Strand, but unfortunately could not find a copy of the second book of the series. I’ve broken down and bought a copy of the ebook, but read #3 before doing so. I’m kind of sorry I skipped around now, because some of Grant’s behavior in the second book changes my opinion of his reliability as a narrator and a detective/constable, which would make a difference to my reading of the third book (although it wouldn’t change my enjoyment of the series.) Will have to reread book three once I’ve finished book two.
I’ve also fallen prey to the lure of Audible.com. I used to borrow a lot of audiobooks from the library, but fell out of the habit. A recommendation over at Dear Author in a comment thread got me started again. ::sigh:: Just what I needed: more books, just in another format…